[Hook] If you ain't from my hood, you could get from 'round here (x8) [Verse 1: Lil Bibby] Terror town, no limit gang, MB, we let pistols ring Lil Bibby, I dare a n***a try to jump silly, lot of new n***as trying to f** with me, I don't f** with guys that ain't 150, and the opps scared To come near me, cause you know a n***a keep the pump with me; I be posted up with my Crew n***a, trigger happy, we shoot n***as - move around, who is you, n***a? Who is you, n***a? My little n***as do take downs with the trey pound, put your face down If he don't get down, make him lay down - if he try to run, get chased down Let him hear how the eight sound, now they got yellow tape 'round They was sleep, but they awake now, and my hood don't play around [Hook] If you ain't from my hood, you could get from 'round here (x8) [Verse 2: Lil Herb] If you ain't from the Eight Block, better move around, ain't no walking on the Set b**h, cause we reckless, we'll shoot him down - work a n***a like he Losing pounds, Vito City, our name ranging, throwing signs we Gang banging, Black Mob ain't no sh**, don't tell shooter We name-changing, that's on the guys, run up on him with the black Mag In the black mask, leave him on his a**, we whacking sh**, and that's no surprise If you lowkey, better hope it last, cause we on that, and I don't think y'all Want that, leave a n***a stinking on Colfax, speeding in the Lincoln No throwback, now I'm back up on the Ess** block, .30 poppers with a Extra Glock, my n***as got 47 sweating hot, so you better run when that beretta co*ked [Hook] (x9)